Clymer High School - Clymax Yearbook (Clymer, PA)

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4 ' CLYMAX an 'P The Ghost Walks Clymer High School was buzzing with excitement. And it was no secret why. Under Miss Appleby's able direction the Juniors were presenting a play. Since those sinister posters had appeared, and after reading the constant warn- ings, The Ghost Walks , the Freshmen had not ventured forth after dusk. Thus it was that the entire student body as well as many of the towns-folk docked to the High School for the opening performance. The play turned out to be a three act comedy with a touch of mystery. Humor was supplied abundantly by the superstitions of a negro maid. But with ledgers, handbags, and cookies disappearing, who wouldn't be superstitious? Mystery was added by a ghost. And if you are curious to know just what happened to that ghost-ask someone who attended the play. SS? Step On It Stan ! The Seniors chose for their class play that hilarious three act comedy, Step On It Stanu. It is the story of the once prominent Stan Gray, who was ruined financially and socially by Ray Cryder. Stan is urged to win back his former position by Peggy Brooks, who turns out to be no other than our Elinor Larson. Miss Smith, the coach, feels at home in the library atmosphere as she directs Leanore, the librarian, and Raymond Christie, the town Romeo. Even she must laugh at the antics of Genevieve Bagley in the role of a young girl fresh from the farm. Mildred St. Clair wins a nod of approval as she plays the in- dust1'ious and scornful spinster, opposite Bill Askey, the town loafer who loves to tease Stan's Aunt Prudence. Billy never fails, however, to aid Elinor in de- fending -lim Davis, alias Stan, while she is inspiring him to make a come-back and win again the hand of Sibley-known to us as Rebecca Johnstone. First, however, Stan must foil Ray Cryder's plans to ruin him. This he does very successfully and lilwood, in the end, is deprived of a sweetheart as well as a fortune, while Stan wins the love of Peggy. 67

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LyMAX--T-5 Play Day Clymer High School girls again enjoyed the hospitality of the Women's Athletic Association of the Indiana Teachers' College when six students were invited to participate in the activities of Play Day. The purpose of these annual Play Days is to engender a spirit of friendliness and cooperation in women's athletics, and eliminate bitterness and unfriendly rivalry between school teams. Twenty high schools were represented at the College last fall, and, from the acquaintances made there, many warm friendships have grown. Play Days are welcomed by the instructors of girls' physical education in the various schools as well as by the pupils, for here they have an opportunity to meet and talk over the problems and plans of the coming year. The program for the day consisted of musical games, stunts, relays, and contests of various kinds. After a delicious lunch served in the college dining room, the guests were permitted to enjoy a pleasant hour or two in the swim- ming pool. A little later they returned to the gymnasium where the college girls entertained them with clever sketches and stunts. After several brief but very interesting addresses on the subject of women's athletics and the value and desirability of Play Days, prizes were awarded to the winning teams. Thus ended a perfect day. The girls chosen to represent Clymer High School were: -lune Widdowson, Ruth johnson, Mary Mottey, Betty Marlin, Gretchen Strong, and Lena Frantz. 63? The North Wind The cold wind comes Down from the North. It makes the trees bend and sway, A mighty challenge it roars forthg It whispers, sighs, and dies away. WALT1-:R MoL1-:sKY, '32, 66

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4----CLYMAX.l-TP What Day Is It? Timmy, the little brown elf, drifted into a yellow brick building. Quiet- ness reigned in the halls. Curiously, he listened at the keyhole of the nearest door. An expression of wonder spread over his face, a blue-eyed Scotch lassie was informing her students that they would have no more history or literature tests during the remainder of the school term. Upon hearing the relieved sighs of the pupils Timmy thought, The poor young things must be overworked! His sympathetic reflections were broken short, however, by the insistent clamor of a bell, and merry peals of laughter rang through the halls as the student body poured into the assembly room. As he pressed close to the wall to avoid being trampled by the many pairs of hurrying feet, he could not resist a nod of approval when he heard a senior offer encouragement and advice to a passing freshman. Be as cocky and independent and noisy as you like. By so doing, you can be sure that everyone will admire you-even the faculty. And don't wait for us to enter the 1'oom first-go right on in. As he crept noiselessly through the door, and perched out of sight just over the heads of the faculty, he heard Mr. Davis informing the students that all who wished might stand in the back of the room, and that every pupil should feel free to take his song book to class with him. Recovering from the momentary embarrassment which he suffered upon finding himself incapable of repeating the flag salute in unison with the rest, his footsteps led him to follow, unconsciously, a bespectacled gentleman of whom jennie Morano was meekly inquiring, May I write a notice on your blackboard ? With unexcelled generosity the short man replied. Oh, yes, indeed. You may write all the signs on it you wish. Feel free to use it at any time. Here is my red chalk-it will show up best. As Mr. Clawson ceased speaking, a troop of boys hurried past the door, and the curious little elf followed them. They descended a short flight of steps and entered a room where a tall, dark-haired man was delivering an emphatic ora- tion. His voice rose excitedly as he cried, Now, whatever you do, get your minds off the next game, if you have to stay up all night to do it! Do anything you wish, and we'll be sure to carry off the honors. While he was yet speaking, the mutlled sound of tramping overhead pricked his elfish curiosity, and Timmy darted swiftly up the twisty stairs, just in time to slip into a classroom before the breathless john Strong closed the door with a decisive click. It was evidently an English class, for a slender browneyed lady was saying, Learn only one stanza of Pope's heroic couplets-preferably from the 'lissay on Man'. Timmy was so fascinated with the erudite discus- sions he heard there that he determined to stay for the next class, but just then the darkhaired man whom he had encountered before, entered the room and threw open all the windows. Timmy was carried into the hall by a sudden gust 68